"Sunday 21. A good day to reach in the silence to the place to write all things about the year. An intimate hideaway, a dark cave to save everything stolen from the real world to enlarge stories and songs. And in the words of the stories find the necessary light to stay in dreams. The only inspiration to rest alone and happy. Almost during the drums of the song.
A happy world is built by real passion, moments of dreams come true. Without explanations. Without the longing to back to the past to another decisions. Only the satisfaction to live and let a footprint to write in someone's live. The joy of having lived happy moments and the time to write stories on her skin. However, all deceptions after the nights and the Today.
Sunday. There are not sun. A good day to finish the silence and search in the music and in the words, the moments of the night in a dark cave where everything stolen of the live are stories written with eyes caressing with the lips. Few lines of words but moments in images with closed eyes. Write all the stories happy with words of kisses in the skin. Nudity. Time to finish the silence".
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